Chapter 4345: WONDER I

Noah had just finished speaking, his words carrying an undeniable weight!

The yawn had been a nice touch…dismissive enough to be insulting, casual enough to suggest complete confidence.

The Fold Dweller guardians…Thorne, Meridian, and Vex, hovered nearby with unreadable expressions!

And then, cutting through it all like light through shadow, a voice emerged.

“What are you all doing?”

The tone was vibrant. Confident. Almost amused, as if the speaker had stumbled upon children arguing over toys they didn’t understand.

“That is clearly a Living Early Creature. Come on now.”

…!

The effect was immediate and magiesterial!

Elysia Firmhand’s expression transformed from coldness to shocked reverence in the space between heartbeats. The three Quintillion-level guardians actually took a step back, their massive forms deferring to the approaching presence with the automatic respect of soldiers recognizing their superior officer.

Every Fold Dweller within sensing range turned their attention toward the source of that voice, and their reactions were uniform…heads bowing, auras dimming, power suppressing itself in acknowledgment of hierarchy.

Noah’s eyes tracked the newcomer’s approach with calculating intensity.

She emerged from the swirling chaos of the Wandering Territories like a painting achieving three dimensions, her form coalescing from streams of verdant light that seemed to compose rather than reveal her.

Gorgeous didn’t begin to cover it.

Curvaceous may not be the proper word for it!

Blonde hair and blue eyes that held depths of ocean and sky simultaneously.

But it was the green jeweled robe that truly commanded attention…each gem pulsing with authority that felt agricultural, primordial, like the first seeds ever planted given physical form and fashion sense.

She moved with the confidence as every step was casual certainty. Every gesture carried weight that could reshape territories.

And above her head, visible only to Noah’s enhanced perception, floated information that made his internal calculations pause.

|Elyndra Viltharion, Scion of the First Harvest|

|Classification: Sovereign Fold Dweller|

|Complexity: 9.3 Quintillion|

|Purity: 9.1 Quintillion|

Nine Quintillion.

Nine fucking Quintillion in both Complexity and Purity!

Noah’s expression didn’t change externally, but internally, his thoughts were booming!

This was the Scion of The First Farmer?!

And then, before he could fully process those implications, prompts began cascading across his vision with unusual urgency.

|The Principle of the Cheating Architect has detected anomalous existential architecture!|

|Target Entity: Elyndra Viltharion|

|Analysis Status: FASCINATED|

RUINEDEN’s voice emerged in his consciousness with notes of excitement.

|Master, I must inform you that I’m experiencing something unprecedented. This entity… she’s constructed her existence using multiple Principles in perfect harmony. Nine distinct Principles, all functioning as a unified system without conflict or degradation.|

…!

|Principle Identification:|

|1. Principle of Eternal Growth|

|2. Principle of Cyclical Harvest|

|3. Principle of Fertile Abundance|

|4. Principle of Root Authority|

|5. Principle of Seed Transcendence|

|6. Principle of Agricultural Dominion|

|7. Principle of Verdant Supremacy|

|8. Principle of Life’s Continuity|

|9. Principle of [DATA OBSCURED – Insufficient Access]|

|The architecture is… exquisite. Each Principle feeds into the others, creating a self-sustaining system that amplifies itself exponentially. This is mastery beyond what we currently understand.|

|Recommendation: Acquire friendship, alliance, or at minimum detailed conversation. The knowledge this entity possesses about Principle integration could advance your own development greatly.|

Noah felt his lips twitch slightly. RUIN/EDEN was essentially telling him to befriend this woman for the sake of power-leveling his own Principles!

Elyndra’s blue eyes had found him in the crowd, cutting through the assembled beings with the precision of someone who knew exactly who she was looking for.

Her gaze was curious, interested, carrying none of the suspicion or fear that had colored everyone else’s reactions.

She studied him for a long moment.

Then she smiled, and the expression held genuine warmth wrapped around something more complex.

“You wanted to meet my Father?”

HUUM!

Her voice was melodic without being soft, carrying authority without harshness.

Noah met her gaze steadily.

The daughter of the First Farmer. Nine Quintillion in power. Nine Principles operating in perfect harmony.

Interesting.

Very interesting!

“I did,” he replied, his tone carrying that same casual confidence. “I carry something of his creation, and I thought it appropriate to seek understanding directly from the source. Or…from the source’s extraordinarily powerful daughter, if that’s what existence provides instead.”

Elyndra’s smile widened, her eyes shining with something that might have been delight.

She turned slightly, her gaze sweeping over the assembled beings on the Verdant Ark with the particular attention of someone taking inventory.

“Elysia, Thorne, Meridian, Vex…thank you for your vigilance in protecting our borders,” she said, each name spoken with respect that suggested familiarity. “I’ll take it from here. You may return to your posts.”

The Quintillion-level Fold Dwellers bowed deeply.

Elysia Firmhand’s expression had transformed completely as she nodded.

Elyndra then turned her attention to the assembled Living Existences who had been cowering at the edges of the Barge, her expression warming further.

“Oh, and for the Living Existences who came here with Elysia, please continue following her. The First Farmer prepared gifts for you all, resources and knowledge to better prepare you for The Dead that are coming. You made the journey here for many reasons, but aid you shall receive first.”

Her words caused visible relief to ripple through the Living Existences. Origin Ama Gias looked like someone who had just been granted clemency as she looked towards Noah.

And then, with movements that suggested the matter was settled and required no further discussion, Elyndra turned fully toward Noah.

“Follow me,” she said simply.

Noah floated upward from the deck of the Verdant Ark. Around him, his entourage moved with synchronized purpose- Sigrid materializing at his side, her presence warm and possessive. Moiraine flanking his other side with paradoxical authority humming. Khor floating nearby with that mysterious smile that suggested she found all of this entertaining.

The Emperor Penguin, Erikson, Kazuhiko, and the others forming a constellation of power around their focal point.

They followed the daughter of The First Farmer into territory that few from the current age had ever witnessed.

As they moved away from the Verdant Ark, Noah noticed Elyndra’s gaze shift subtly toward his companions- specifically toward Khor and Sigrid who maintained positions closest to him.

“You seem to have unique allies circling around you,” she observed, “Would you care to introduce them? It’s rare to see such… varied existential signatures traveling together.”

“One is tied to Living Existences and the other just has roots to Inevitabilities,” Noah replied with deliberate casualness, as if discussing the weather rather than beings of impossible power. “Nothing much. They don’t need to do grand introductions.”

…!

The response was masterfully dismissive!

Elyndra’s eyes shone with something that might have been surprised delight. She actually laughed, the sound rich and genuine.

“Nothing much…” she repeated, her tone carrying playful mockery. “An existence tied to Living Existences shining with Order, and another with roots to Inevitabilities whom even I cannot see through…okay. But…”

She studied him more intently now, that curiosity deepening into something closer to fascination.

“Without introductions, how can we be friends?”

The question was delivered lightly, almost playfully, but Noah caught the weight beneath it.

His expression remained calm.

“We weren’t truly here to make friends,” he replied.

Elyndra’s smile grew wider, taking on qualities that made her terrifying beauty become actively dangerous. Her blue eyes began radiating a mesmerizing light!

She looked him up and down with unhurried assessment, her gaze seemingly trying to penetrate layers of concealment that Noah had wrapped around himself.

“I sense the light of a truly terrifying Principle within you,” she said slowly, each word deliberate and weighted. “Or perhaps… multiple Principles, hidden deeply within layers of protection and obscurity. The architecture is fascinating…”

Her smile took on knowing qualities.

“I think we could be great friends.”

…!

Sigrid’s gaze moved between Noah and Elyndra with sharpness as she shook her head.

“I do not think,” he said carefully, “the two of us will be friends.”

…!

The rejection was absolute, but Elyndra seemed to pick up what his intention was with these words as she smiled. He was basically telling her there was a time and place, and now was not it!

She continued ahead, her tone shifting back to that of a guide showing guests around interesting locations.

“We are here,” she announced as the space around them transformed. “We shall bypass the Outer Garden Sanctuary and go directly to the Inner Garden Sanctum. Father should be there.”

The transition was subtle but absolute.

One moment they were floating through the chaotic beauty of the Wandering Territories, surrounded by collapsed regions and impossible colors within a Mobius Strip. The next, they had crossed some invisible threshold, and everything changed.

A portion of the Sanctuary of the First Farmer spread out before them in glory that defied description.

Noah’s first impression was of scale…this place was vast in ways that transcended simple measurement. It seemed vaster that multiple folds stacked together!

It was the forest that truly commanded attention.

Trees rose around them…massive, ancient things that made normal stellar trees look like seedlings- like those from The Esrliest Folds!

Each tree blazed with different hues that represented different authorities. Verdant greens that sang of life and growth. Golden ambers that hummed with harvest and abundance. Deep earth browns that resonated with foundation and permanence. Crystalline blues that whispered of water and nourishment.

Some trees bore fruits that looked like miniature suns, each one containing enough energy to power entire Wheels of Existence.

Others had leaves that seemed to be made from solidified concepts, their surfaces inscribed with knowledge that predated written language.

The forest stretched in every direction- infinite, impossible, magnificent.

Elyndra had kept her gaze forward as they entered, but now she gestured broadly to encompass their surroundings.

“This is the Forest of Perpetual Seasons,” she said, her tone carrying pride. “It surrounds the entire Sanctuary, serving as both protection and filter. Each tree you see is not merely vegetation- they are Living Existential Land Lifeforms of immense power, cultivated over eons to achieve consciousness and purpose.”

She pointed to a particularly massive specimen whose trunk was wider than most planets.

“That one is called the Ancient of Winter’s End. It marks transitions, boundaries between what was and what will be. And the one beside it, with branches that seem to hold starlight…that’s the Keeper of Spring’s Promise. It nurtures potential into actuality.”

Her explanation continued as they flew deeper into the forest, her words painting pictures of the impossible ecology.

“The forest serves a specific purpose beyond aesthetic beauty,” she continued. “Any creature, Living or Dead, who enters without a guide will be lost in it for eons. The trees rearrange themselves, creating mazes that will confuse even those who has found their Way. Time flows differently in different sections…you could walk for what feels like moments and emerge to find centuries have passed, or vice versa.”

She smiled at that, the expression carrying dark satisfaction.

“Many have tried to infiltrate the Sanctuary over the ages. Dead Existences attempting to corrupt our cultivation. Living Existences with grand ambitions and insufficient wisdom. The forest welcomed them all with equal hospitality… and none have been seen since.”

…!

Noah raised his brows at such words as his eyes pulsed with blue Mana.

His Way.

As he thought it, he smiled at the sheer things he was about to do.

While this body here followed the Daughter of The First Farmer to meet this being, his other body…was putting his newly matured Principles to use!

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